The Rock (film)

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The Rock is a 1996 action about a mild-mannered chemist and an ex-con who must lead the counterstrike when a rogue group of military men, led by a renegade general, threaten a nerve gas attack from Alcatraz against San Francisco.

Directed by Michael Bay. Written by David Weisberg, Douglas S. Cook, and Mark Rosner.
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Captain Darrow[edit]

  • I'm not a soldier, Major. The day we took hostages, we became mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid. I want my FUCKING money!

John Mason[edit]

  • You're caught between the Rock and a hard case.
  • When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison, which is the same thing.
  • I'm fed up saving your ass. I'm amazed you ever got past puberty.

Stanley Goodspeed[edit]

  • Look, I'm just a biochemist. Most of the time, I work in a little glass jar and lead a very uneventful life. I drive a Volvo, a beige one. But what I'm dealing with here is one of the most deadly substances the earth has ever known, so what say you cut me some FRIGGIN' SLACK?
  • "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psychopathic marines, SHAME ON THEM!
  • How, in the name of Zeus's butthole, did you get out of your cell?

Brig. General Francis X. Hummel[edit]

  • [Visiting his wife's grave] I miss you so much... [places flowers] There's something I've gotta do, Barb. Something I couldn't do while you were here. I tried. You know I tried everything, and I still don't have their attention. Let's hope this elevates their thinking. But whatever happens... Please don't think any less of me. [Places his Medal of Honor on the tombstone and kisses it]
  • [addressing Marines] We'll be branded as traitors. The gravest capital crime, punishable by death. Couple of hundred years ago, a few guys named Washington, Jefferson, and Adams were branded traitors by the British - and now they're called patriots. In time so shall we.


[Brig General Francis Hummel is addressing the Pentagon about his takeover of Alcatraz, but gets miffed at somebody's snide commen]
BG Francis Hummel: How old are you, Chief of Staff Sinclair?
Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: I'm 33-
Hummel: Well Mr. Sinclair, you've probably got no fucking idea what I'm talking about. By your ninth birthday, I was running black ops into China. My men were responsible for over 200 enemy kills. Now put some rigging tape over Mr. Sinclair's mouth, he's wasting my time!
General Al Kramer: Ah you want to continue, Frank?
Hummel: Remember Operation Desert Storm? Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs, covered so well on CNN? It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lasing the targets. Twenty of them were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were paid to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country, and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable.

Agent Paxton: Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent-in-Charge Ernest Paxton.
John Mason: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?
Agent Paxton: I don't know anything about your previous matters. We've brought you here because there's a situation that we think you can help us with.
John Mason: And what might that be? I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.

Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package. Box of goodies. Which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office... So I took the rest of the day off. Glass of wine, little guitar... Just relax.
Carla: Wow.
Stanley Goodspeed: I mean it, honey, the world is being Fed-exed to hell in a hand cart. I really believe anyone thinking even thinking of bringing a child into the world is coldly considering an act of cruelty. I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry. What's your news, baby?
Carla: I'm pregnant.
Stanley Goodspeed: [stunned] Oh.
Carla: You didn't really mean what you said about bringing a child into this world...being an act of cruelty, did you?
Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.
Carla: Stanley, at the time you said it seven and a half seconds ago!
Goodspeed: Well, gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.

Commander Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation?
Goodspeed: Define combat, sir.
Commander Anderson: Shep?
LT Shepherd: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of US Marines in possession of 81 hostages and 15 guided rockets armed with VX poison gas.
Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no, sir.

General Hummel: Major Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck.
Agent Paxton: This is not happening...
Commander Anderson: Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know goddamn well I can't give that order.
Navy SEAL: We're dead!
General Hummel: Your unit is covered from an elevated position, Commander. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here.
Commander Anderson: You men following the General: you're under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn't give you the right to mutiny!
General Hummel: You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, Commander!

Mason: You know, Alcatraz was a originally fort during the Civil War.
Goodspeed: Really. That's very interesting. You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over we can go to the souvenir shop together. But right now, I just wanna, I just wanna FIND SOME ROCKETS!

Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this? [walks up staircase]
Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
Mason: [stops and motions back to Goodspeed] Your best? Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen!
Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.
Mason: [faintly impressed] Really?
Goodspeed: [Cocks his gun] Yeah!

[Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket]
Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?
Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.
Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
Mason: How?
Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within 30 seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system- [Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] Do NOT move that! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.
Mason: [wide-eyed] My God.
Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

Gen. Hummel: Have they bothered to tell you who I am, why I'm doing this, or are they just using you like they do everybody else?
Mason: All I know is, you were big in Vietnam; I saw the highlights on television.
Gen. Hummel: You wouldn't have any fucking idea of what it means to lead some of the finest men on God's earth into battle and then see their memory betrayed by their own fucking government.
Mason: I don't quite see how you cherish the memory of the dead by killing another million, and, uh, this is not combat. It's an act of lunacy, General, sir. Personally, I think you're a fucking idiot.
Gen. Hummel: The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Thomas Jefferson.
Mason: Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious, according to Oscar Wilde. [Hummel strikes him in the back of the neck] Thank you for making my point.

Mason: Hummel won't do it. He's a soldier, not a murderer.
Goodspeed: How do you know?
Mason: I read it in his eyes.
'Goodspeed: Oh, wel then everything's just FINE, ISN'T IT?
Mason: Why don't you talk a little louder? [muttering to himself] Sniper's gonna get his ass...

Goodspeed: [Holding VX nerve gas] Do you know how this shit works?
Capt. Darrow: [Holding his knife] Do you know how this shit works?! [flashes his knife] Come on, come on, I don't need the gun. I'll put it down, come on. Let's play! Come on, come on!
Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh, let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man"?
Capt. Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Goodspeed: Oh, oh you don't, ok. Well, I only bring it up because it's you. You're the rocket man! [he fires the rocket out the window, taking Darrow with it] How do you like how that shit works?!

[Goodspeed just told the FBI that Mason is dead and Womack destroyed his pardon]
John Mason: Well, Stanley, I guess this is where we go our separate ways. I understand that you know the etymology of your name, Goodspeed.
Stanley Goodspeed: God speed, to wish someone a prosperous journey. Why?
Mason: If you fancy a journey, I recommend Fort Walton, Kansas.
Goodspeed: I was thinking of Maui.
Mason: [puts something into Goodspeed's hand] Forget Maui.
Goodspeed: [reads piece of paper] St Michael's Church, Fort Walton, Kansas. Front pew, right leg, hollow. Is this what I think it is-[looks back at Mason, but he's disappeared] MASON!?


  • Get ready to rock!
  • Alcatraz. Only one man has ever broken out. Now five million lives depend on two men breaking in.
  • America is Rocking!
  • Cocked, locked, and Ready to Rock!


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